A/N: I only own the idea
The first thing Clarice felt when she woke up was warmth. While they had slept, Hannibal had pulled her snug against his body. Trying to keep her breathing slow so as not to wake him, she allowed herself to absorb his closeness. With his heartbeat against her back, she let herself get lost in the rise and fall of his shallow exhalations. If only she could turn enough to see his face at rest.
Hannibal woke slowly, first to the feel of her against him, then to the scent of her skin. Though he kept his eyes closed, he knew Clarice was awake from the change in her breath and heartbeat. Curiosity as he felt her move slightly against him. Briefly he entertained the idea of her hands exploring his body. The thought was dismissed as quickly as it had surfaced however. Shyness would still her hand, of this he was sure.
Somehow he was still asleep when her eyes found his face. With a aching hunger, she drank in the man before her. Sleep left his face soft in a way she had not seen it before. Tingling with want her fingers longed to brush his cheek. Remembering her promise from the night before she kept her hands where they were. This would have to be enough. As she watched him sleep she knew then that nothing ever would be. If it were possible to do so, she would have absorbed him in to her very soul, so as to know him. Silently she devoured him with her eyes instead.
Perhaps she should have lowered the intensity of her gaze when he opened his eyes. When she saw them for the first time upon his waking up, she found it out of her control. As she took him in then, soft and unguarded from sleep, her lips formed words before she could stop them.
"Hannibal," her hand moved on its own accord to touch him but she realized and held it still, "do you feel eyes moving over your body?" Her hand shook slightly, but still she did not move it. Eyes dark with want that she would not act upon, she continued, her voice full of need: "Do you know what I want?"
When he licked his lips she lost her courage and ducked her head, turning red. How eager she was to jump, and yet how quickly she froze when her toe touched the water. Watching her squirm would be worth pushing his limits for, he thought as he grabbed the hand that she had fought so hard to hold back. When she squeaked in surprise as he pulled her closer he couldn't contain the chuckle that escaped him.
"Perhaps you should show me," his eyes sparkled with his words, he knew she would do no such thing. When he pulled her down on top of him the small moan that escaped her made his blood boil. Slowly, so as not to startle her he raised his hips. Sparks flew in his eyes when they met in the middle. Cupping her face with his hand he spoke softly, the game forgotten. "This should make it very clear to you what I want, my dear." The shudder that ran through her also ran through him.
It was easy to get lost in how good he felt. If she let things continue like this she would be letting him down, however. When she had pushed herself in to his bed she believed it was with the unspoken rule to behave until at least after she knew about what happened to his sister. Squirming away from him she hoped she was right as rejecting Hannibal was not a easy thing to do.
From the doorway of his bedroom she looked at him. He still remained where she had jumped off of him. Voice not quite back to normal she met his eyes. "I'm going to go get ready to go. Do I need to bring anything?"
From where he lay on the bed he could still smell her excitement. Inhaling deeply he shook his head. When she had turned and left the room he finally released the breath he had been holding. Clarice might not be the most confidant with her touch, but with her words she made him ache for her the same.
With her body still humming from his hands she made her way to her room to get ready. Was this how loving him would feel? A blur of touch and ache and need that blocked out everything but the two of them? Would he be gentle? Would she care if he wasn't? Shuddering she quickly changed. There were more important things happening here then her fantasies. Going back to where he grew up would be hard for him and he would need her comfort, not her body. Making her way downstairs she ignored the voice in her head that said why not have both?
A glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee waited for her, like so many mornings before. Picking up her juice she felt a strange mix of emotions. They would not return here. Even though he had not told her, she knew this. Here was a new body, here was a chance for capture. That chance alone made her glad to leave. Still, this place held many things for her. most importantly the night he stopped resisting.
From across the table she could feel him watching her. Was he unsettled? Did she do something wrong?
"Is everything ok?" He asked the question first. Did his eyes show uncertainty? Was he worried about how he had grabbed her? If she had it her way she would have wanted him to not let go. She found it interesting that at times he appeared to second guess himself just as much as she did.
Smiling from across the table she hoped to set his mind at ease. "Everything is fine. I woke up beside you and you, um, felt nice..." her cheeks burned as she struggled to speak. "I'm ok, it was, I wanted..." frustrated with her inability to form sentences, she ran her hands through her hair. When she saw he was grinning at her she stopped. "I'm glad my babbling eased your doubts." When their eyes met she knew he was thankful as well.